Bait & Switch (Alphas Undone #1)(24)
“God, baby, you’re so wet already.”
“All for you,” she murmured huskily. “Touch me, please.”
I obeyed in a heartbeat, echoing her moan when she pulled my cock free and started stroking up and down with whisper-soft strokes.
This was nothing like sex with Daniella. In our sessions, I always held myself at arm’s length, preserving the image of the stern, in-control Dom that she needed. My body might bind and strike and f*ck, but because everything was on my terms, my heart stayed safely locked away.
But right now, even though I still had my pants on—and Lacey hadn’t gotten undressed at all—I had never felt so naked before. Staring into her eyes like this, breathing her breath, I couldn’t hide anything about myself.
More importantly, I realized I didn’t want to hide. I wanted her to see the real me, because I knew she would accept it. She saw all my flaws and weaknesses, all my regrets and nightmares, without so much as a flinch. Instead she smiled at them, as if to say I wouldn’t have you any other way. This is what makes you who you are. And I let myself be swept along in the ocean of her eyes.
Carefully I slipped two fingers inside her, desperate to give her pleasure, to lose control with her. Her body gripped me tightly and she let out a soft moan.
I wanted to know Lacey in the same way she knew me. To get rid of everything between us—no fear, no pride, just skin on skin. When she shivered, my cock throbbed with her excitement, and her * squeezed my fingers.
Our arousal echoed back and forth as if our nerves were linked. Her pleasure matched mine, rising higher and hotter with every moment. Our arms and legs tightened around each other in anticipation. Moaning aloud, we dissolved together.
Long after our pleasure had faded, we still held each other tightly, legs entwined. The setting sun had painted the bedroom walls in gold. I rested my chin against Lacey’s forehead and inhaled the lavender scent of her hair. Her breath fanned over my neck. Our chests touched in a gentle rhythm, falling apart, rising together.
I wanted to stay like this forever. And that was exactly why I had to leave.
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Back at home, I poured kibble into Sutton’s dish, trying to figure out what the hell just happened as the bulldog gobbled his dinner with slobbering crunches.
I’d never felt such a deep connection to a woman before. Like the outside world had just melted away, leaving me and Lacey to become our own universe. Like I could see my own future in her eyes.
This afternoon with her had been sweet, gentle, incredibly hot . . . and utterly terrifying. I’d done some pretty filthy things in bed, even before Daniella, but I’d never been so vulnerable, let alone welcomed that vulnerability.
I went to the couch, Sutton lumbering after me. Seeing Lacey had felt amazing, but once I was away from her, all my vague restlessness rushed right back. I needed to stare at the ceiling and think for a while. Or maybe I was already overthinking. Maybe what I really needed right now was some mindless TV.
But just as I sat down, the front door’s lock clicked. Daniella swept in with a heavy sigh.
“Ugh, work was f*cking awful today.” She untied her tennis shoes and tossed them into the entry closet. “Two nurses called in sick, and some jack-off yelled at me because he had to wait for two hours in the ER. Dude, the candlestick up your ass ain’t going nowhere. Let’s deal with the gunshot wounds and heart attacks first.”
“Wow, that sucks,” I replied in a monotone.
If Daniella noticed my distracted state, she didn’t care. Her tired smile turned hungry as she walked around the couch. “It did really suck. Fortunately, I know a great way to unwind,” she purred.
She leaned over to rub my shoulders, pressing the back of my head into her cleavage. Her hair tickled my neck, and I irritably brushed it aside like a mosquito.
Even an idiot could tell what Daniella was waiting for. She wanted me to get up, grab her arm, drag her into her bedroom, tie her up, spank her ass raw, and f*ck her until she screamed. But the thought just didn’t appeal right now. Even though I could feel her nipples through her shirt, piercings and all, my cock resolutely stayed limp.
“I don’t know,” I finally said. I don’t know anything.
All of a sudden, I felt very tired. I’d taken that Oklahoma City job to clear my head, but half a week away from these two women hadn’t helped at all. Thoughts of Lacey had kept distracting me. In the middle of reviewing witness depositions or analyzing CCTV footage, I’d catch myself wondering what she was doing. Wishing I could spend time with her—not necessarily having sex, but definitely not in a “just friends” way, either. And then that weird moment in bed tonight . . . lying on our sides facing each other, staring into her hooded eyes as we came apart together.
“You don’t know? What does that mean?” Daniella’s hands paused on my shoulders. “Are you saying you’re not up for it?”
Shaking my head, I shrugged. “Sorry—”
“No, it’s okay,” she said, cutting me off as she stepped back. “How did your mission go?”
“I don’t do ‘missions’ anymore. But it went fine—no real hiccups.” Sutton bumped his head into my leg, grumbling for attention, and I reached down to scratch behind his ears.
When I didn’t elaborate, Daniella nodded in resigned acknowledgment. “Well, that’s always good to hear.” She paused for a moment before asking, “You’re still taking me to the Nurses’ Ball, right? It’s this Thursday.”